Skies of Dusk in Indian Summer 2014

A  knowing look into those brilliant skies,
With the clouds all assembled to guide us out,
Many paths once visible to choose from at French Beach Park,
For earlier filled with colours so memorable,
Now mysterious monuments like lone sentinels wait,
Innocent and really the wild rosebushes,
And many a wind blown trees of the mountain ash forsake,
Only these Indian Summer dusk events,
Could cast this glorious light and a veil so precise,
Too leave us all in silhouette but shame the passing gales,
Everything born to be natural waits in silent beauty,
As now we all move along in perfect harmony,
Like the gentle song of rustling alder leaves,
Calling to guide us closer into their familiar grove,
And we leave the skies of dusk in Indian Summer so pleased.

The Summer Flaunts 2014

Ravished by these silken nights,
With the cool breezed intentions,
For our late summer days wane out,
Only the shorter daylight laid a plan for all,
As we justify the changing colours once more,
Fall will move along and spread a gentle touch,
So we brush the pigments deep into those many forms,
Allowing our summer to flaunt and play,
While the purple loosestrife waits,
Too calm another cool and peaceful night away.

The Summer Rushes Along the Waves 2014

Such tall growth of faded colors,
Released into the eclipsed noonday sun,
It is the memories of these water filled lands,
As we see them through those heights,
Cattails soaring higher too reach for that light,
From the warm sultry air that summer leaves us bare,
Many dragonflies fluttering between these towers,
The other insects move with reckless beauty,
Along with wings so unique for their life plays out,
Except the butterflies which float in a faraway dream,
Those insects know which passage will bring a treat,
From way down below the moist Somenos marshland trickles,
As the breeze tickles the shafts of those viridian green rushes,
With hundreds of leaves like grass that dare us to reach,
For the cattails umber and brave with secrets still kept away,
Those seed heads will burst and shimmer,
Into the downiest of whites which glimmer in floating aerial rafts,
Now cool as the changing air and tidal waves which flow,
To ease this parched marshlands for us to behold.

Natures Community Along the River 2014

Sleepless into these summer days,
Upon the hours of this land,
We quicken our hopes and know,
Time will crest away those waves from this rivers shore,
For our love and those wild roses seem to mingle,
And share the moment of these dreams that wait no more,
Nootka rosebush glorious and brave,
Their blossoms come alive and show today,
From its songs by the weaver finches casting their spells,
Within that green life force displays,
From hundreds of cool licks of paint,
Brushed too tease this board of revelation,
It sees more than it had seen before,
Only the human touch from painting,
Will commune in this place of nature,
With its precious cargo of beautiful animals which know,
That winters breath will fill this land with snow.

The Wild Geraniums Time 2014

Only for the colours of the momentary skies,
But beneath the Lynn Canyon canopy lies,
Greens so emerald and worries gone for a song,
Flowers they've been named many times,
Lay the cranesbill spotted and shy,
Flowers so tiny and rosy purple they'll glow divine,
Wild as this day but gone in this forest of pines,
Even the neighbours of golden yellow hues,
For they're the buttercups which are glad and soft,
All can be lost in those riotous greens,
In which we see them for reasons so keen,
Our summers so near and here today it will begin,
To feel the cool ground of the wild geraniums time,
Spotted cranesbill another of its names please keep in mind.

The Bells That Greet 2014

We had thought these meadows would fulfill our delights,
A riotous display of buttercups so wild and yellow,
Dazzled their own brilliance and shock of colour,
Late spring with the suns warmth touching everything below,
The natural life of this land in balance,
While it feels the atmosphere that drifts so high,
Clouds billowing up for no ones business,
As it will tease that lovely blue sky,
Again below the land hopes for its own reasons,
All this fresh air around will float on just a care,
We breathe in all this clean aura,
Then make our way towards the Chehalis woodland flora,
Roman goddess of flowers for her name the source,
To hear the bells chime,
A quaint notion but the breeze makes us hear the leaves,
Too enter the many galleries among these trees,
So tiny and blue and smelling so sweet,
Oh, for the wild hyacinths which live there; would be the bells that greet.

The Gift of the Lilies of the Valley 2014

They will carpet the land in white,
Those dainty flowers which smell so sweet,
Each like a bell which scents this land of dreams,
They've tempted the hummingbirds which could not reach,
What sips the lilies nectar with divine promise,
If only the mysteries of this garden would speak,
It's essence would not silence the beauty about us,
They'll smile upon us; just revealing those subtle secrets,
For spring you have begun to amaze this glorious earth,
It's rich reddish brown soil holds life,
That only the greens all deep and soft shine,
With tender foliage; such growing leaves that love the suns warm light,
This day a wonderful one that departs and now we rest,
But it is our garden which awaits,
For the next beautiful morning of surprises,
Soothed with faint beautiful darkness and transition with haste,
The garden with the glorious lilies of the valley are asleep,
They'll all nod to the earths clock for later flourish,
Unseen and into our nights room oasis,
Filled with their soft velvety fragrances,
That our love makes passion,
For the cool intoxicating air romances,
The lingering promise before dawn breaks this nights veil,
And the beauty cast in many blossoms reborn too greet.